THERE'S A SMILE ON YOUR FACE ☆ food time

[redvox.]

[fulzanin]

we'll see the sun come up again, we'll climb higher than we've been

Astiar wasn't close to other bugs. He hadn't tried interacting with them since his transformation. He wasn't sure what to think of them, and he was sure that the feeling was mutual. His mind was on the barest and thinnest verges of consciousness. His movements and motions were all based on the depths of instinct. It kept him alive, and therefore he had no reason to change such a thing.

However, instinct also provided him with the ordeal that when he was hungry, he had to eat right then and there. He had been looking, as he usually did, for a tree to push over. The cicada was looking for an easier meal than normal, something that would yield more energy than should be expelled. That 'hunt' that he had gone on? The cicada likely wouldn't be doing such again. It hadn't yielded any energy to him in the slightest. It left him hungry and tired, which was the exact opposite of what he had been trying to do. The smell of corn was foreign. It was not as incentive as trees were. He had grown used to being called a 'bug', though. Hearing such a word made him trudge on over. It was essentially his assigned name around here, as in truth no one knew his actual one. Astiar himself barely acknowledged it. His parents hadn't given it to him. In truth it had only sprung to mind in his first moments of pure sentience, just before instinct swiftly snatched his mind and grappled it back under control.

Astiar in truth could care less about other insects being munched upon. Cicadas didn't eat corn, therefore there weren't any present. Spare him, who had his loudly buzzing wings to announce his presence. He rumbled as he raised his head, trying to look over the rows upon rows of corn. It was superbly tall, and even Astiar felt a little befuddled by the tallness present by the article of food that had run rampant here. His response to watching other bugs being munched? Only an irritated rumble, snagging an ear of corn to experimentally crunch on. He sat down, his red eyes giving their ever-usual blank and neutral stare while his mandibles crushed and munched on the snatched corn. The cicada truly only seemed irritated by the eating of other insects, but made no move to stop the activity. Nor did he watch, his red gaze lowered to where his mandibles made swift work of the corn.

TAGS 9/4/19:

GENERAL.
✧ Astiar | Asti, Ast
✧ physically medium, mentally easy | 7/30
✧ male | he/him
✧ the pitt | pittian

APPEARANCE.
✧ dragon (ref.) | health: 100% | cicada
— a nine foot seven inches tall cicada themed dragon. He has four antennae growing on his head from orange growths on his head. Two grow in front of his twisted horns, and two from behind. Dewclaws point backwards from the body-facing side of all six feet. He has mandibles on either side of his mouth that come from his upper jaw. The top of his upper jaw lays a hardened segment of scales, dotted with yellow dots. These extend as deep green freckles onto the face. A long stinger rests at the end of his lanky, segmented tail. His body has the segmented build of an insect, consisting of a deep orange head, brown body and abdomen, and black spine. His underbelly is a pale navy, with splotches of yellow showing the separation of the sections. His wings are tinted blue, but are translucent. The membrane for them is a bright, vibrant orange. Each wing has one claw at it's second bone, pointing down the rest of the wing's length from the body. His front paws have five fingers, while the rest of his limbs have only three toes. His red eyes are near unblinking, and are built like that of an insect. A series of jagged spikes rise from his black back, and run down his head to his neck.
— tongue and blood is yellow
— no current injuries

COMMUNICAION.
✧ Soft Buzzing
— Ambient noise. Pleased. Feels like making noise. Stretching. Curious.
✧ Loud Buzzing
— Angry. Infuriated. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike. Flying.
— IF ALONE: 'Come here'. 'Come closer'. 'Help'. 'Need assistance'. Lonely
✧ Mandible Clicking
— Ambient noise. Hungry. Curious. Nervous.
✧ Hissing
— Angry. Irritated. About to strike. Stop. 'Stay away'. 'I'm uncomfortable'. Testing vocal cords.
✧ Chattering
— Ambient noise. Mimicking speech. Pleasant.
✧ Grumbling
— Irritated. Annoyed. Being pessimistic. Bothered.
✧ Roaring
Angered. Infuriated. Enraged. Sizing up. Stop. About to strike.
✧ Rumbling
— Curious. Intrigued. Friendly. 'Come closer'. Pleased. Happy.

PERSONALITY.
✧ Curious, inquisitive, devoted, loyal, open-minded
✧ neutral sided, easily impressed, impressionable
✧ clueless, over-obedient, takes commands without hesitation


RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ adok x yitz
✧ clipyer
✧ demiromantic bisexual | single
✧ friends
— will add

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically medium | mentally easy | no powers | no weapons | claws, teeth, talons
✧ will start/end fights on command, easy provoke | will kill
✧ very limited fighting knowledge
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded #B21925 | mention [member=7712]Astiar[/member] when attacking

MISC.
— mostly feral
— speaks a wordless bug language
— worker drone
✧ Obeys without question

we've got a fire that burns within, we are the dragon hearted